Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 February 1910 — Page 2

THE DAILY REPUBLICAN Every Dey Except Sanday.l HEALEY & CIARK, PBhllsher»r~ RENSSELAER, - INDIANA.

Europ* Is gradually getting a col* lection of pretty decent-looking young kings. When a woman says sweet things •boat you, she is giving her candied •pinion. One finds very few people. calling the hookworm by Its scientific name—unlclnara duodlnalls. If there la anything funnier than a little man with a big voice it is a big man with a little voice. If Boston Is built on quicksand, as alleged, its solid men are taking risks when they walk its streets. According to John D. Archbold, the Sherman Act is a bad law. It is getting worse all the time for some people. It is said that the Eskimo Is equivalent for "liar” is shag-la-hoo-tl. The English word is shorter, but not so hgly. v A New York heiress has announced that she will not marry King Manuel. rJt is believed the king is of the same opinion. A French scientist has caused a dead dog to bark. Fortunately, however, where there is a dead dog therp is stUl no bite. Sir Thomas Lipton says it is a good thing to be born poor. We’ll meet him half way and admit It Is a good thing to be born. "War is Inevitable," says Captain Hobson. Perhaps he Intends to start • war of his own unless somebody else makes haste to set things going. American packers report that meat prices probably will not be lowered. Ye who partake of a vegetarian diet lift up your hearts and rejoice! Halley’s comet’s tail Is to brush the earth next May. At that time, we presume, and we didn’t get the idea from an astronomer, there’ll be no flies on the earth. Dr. Eliot simply shook his head when asked for his opinion of the future of woman’s suffrage. The doctor isn’t in the habit of rjishing in where angels fear to tread. Managers of American lecture bureaus are thick on the trail of Mme. Btelnhell. Thus It is made apparent that the managers of American lecture bureaus know, their public. Walter Wellman confers on Commander Peary the decoration of first man at the Pole. Wellman is an authority on polar research, having himself been away up in northern Norway several times. Chile has decided to invest $14,000,000 in war ships. It is rather hard to understand how people who like to war as well as our South American neighbors do can be induced to spend so much money for the purpose of insuring peace. Coin, bonds and jewels, valued at more than thirteen million dollars, have been recovered from the ruins of Messina and are now In the hands of the Italian government. As whole families were destroyed by the earthquake and fire, the claimants of this treasure will find it difficult to prove their title, especially if they are distant kinsfolk of the dead. The government will therefore have to retain' possession of a large part of it.

Mining for logs is a profitable industry on the Sabine river, which separates Louisiana from Texas. Four hundred miles of the river bottom are paved with yellow pine and cypress logs which have sunk during the last thirty years on their way from forest to mill. No thought had been given to the matter by the lumbermen until a few years ago, but on a recent test by the use of dredges, more than five million feet of merchantable timber were recovered from a half mile of river bed. „ The general staff has taken up'for consideration a delicate subject in deciding to draw up a project for regulating the relations of war correspondents to the government It recognizes that the people “want the news,” but that the purpose of a commander and the success of bis plans may be put in jeopardy if the correspondents are allowed to gratify all the demands of their readers. The press has rights and so has the government and to find where the line of demarcation ran be so drawn as to be permanent is the quest of the general staff. A free conference with the press is suggested as one way for reaching a modus vlvendl, and there is one great precedent at least favoring this course. To-day six young men, all from the Bute of Indiana, are at work In the federal prison at Fort Leavenworth. All were engaged in the banking business. They didn’t own banks—they were employed by bankers. The six were Sent from the Hoosier capital to Xhg penitentiary in one lot, All wde sentenced ylthin a period of twentytourhottra. Think of HI Their stsal- ■■ . •; ’ . . —nr

Ings aggregate nearly 1100,000. This is haste to get rich. The Bible says that he that hasteth to get rich shall hot be innocent—or words to that effect. It is good, worldly wisdom, anyway. Doubtless other men have fooled with othpr people’s money and gone free, but these men violated the eleventh commandment and got caught. But the,, guilt of those who escaped does not mitigate the guilt of those who fell Into the meshes of the law. The trouble all begins with the way boys are educated. Education does not stop with what Is learned from school books. As long as bqys are taught that success Is to be measured by the length of a man’s purse and by no other standard, so long will the careers of Cochrane, Emmerich and others sent from Indianapolis be repeated. Properfy~ Is . nil , righff” money is handy, but it Is wrong to make a golden calf and fall down to wonshlp it Before his own tribunal of the University of Copenhagen Frederick A. Cook has been condemned. The first great institution of learning to hall him as the discoverer of the north pole is now the first to denounce his proofs as worthless. Frederick Cook himself, in the hour when the verdict of Copenhagen was about to be given to the world, should have stood —as an honest man—ln the open, calm, confident and manly, ready to meet and accept the judgment of his time. Instead, the recent recipient of a world’s laudations was burled in obscurity. No man on earth seemed to kndw his whereabouts, and no man could tell his place of hiding in that hour so full of his fate and destiny. There is no refuge from colossal imposture but flight, and flight Is confession. If Cook had faced the verdict of Copenhagen bravely, or met It defiantly; if he had calmly listened and confidently maintained that he would yet establish his claim, the many-minded times would have developed defenders to demand further time and extended opportunity for vindication., Blit to flee from his fellow men and to hide away from all the world will seem to be natural proof that he foresaw the verdict and was panic-smitten in advance. Flight establishes both consciousness and conscience. It robs the imposter of even the flimsy palliation of a disordered mind or a mental obsession. The only possible basis for the claims of an unbalanced mind must rest in the self-evident folly of falsehood. No sane man could fail to kndw that sooner or later he would be found out, and that no mere passing glory, however radiant and satisfying, could compensate for the awful isolation of contempt and ignominy which would be the final end. The greater the honors bestowed, the greater the ignominy. '

Wit of the Youngsters

Little Margie—My mamma bought me a goldfish for Christmas. She paid a dollar for it. Little Edna—Huh! If that’s all she paid I’ll bet it’s only plated. Little Bess —I’m going to have a Christmas party this year. Little Nell -How many are you going to invite? Little Bess —Only one. Little Nell— Who? Me? Little Bess —No; Santa Claus. On Christmas morning small Kitty found that Santa Claus had brought her a new hat. “How do you like It, dear?” queried tier bother. “Oh,” replied Kitty, “I like it pretty well —all but the color and the trimming and the shape.”

Maligning Mother.

Mrs. Brennan's ten children had gathered at the old home for the first time in years. She surveyed the group proudly. From Captain Tom of 35 to Mary of 11, she believed they were equally dear to her. “Mother loves all of us,” said little Mary, meditatively, “but she loves Tom best because he’s oldest.” Mrs. Brennan protested that she cared for all alike, then appealed to ber second son. ■- _ "Dick, you grew up with Tom, and can Judge better than Mary. Did I ever treat him better than you?” “Only in one way, mother,” said the big fellow, a twinkle in his eye. “On cold nights you used to come in and pull the cover off me onto Tom.”

Aisle of the Car in Railroad Wreck.

A veteran railroad man gave a piece of valuable advice not long ago. “If you ever get into a wreck,” he said, “and have time to follow out this suggestion, remember this: Always stand in the aisle. * Most of the injuries that are suffered occur because the victim is crushed between the seats. If you are in the aisle you may be thrown forward and bruised a little, but there is much less chance of receiving serious hurts. It isn’t always possible to get out of your seat before the crash comes, but if it is follow that advice.”—Louisville Cour-ier-Journal.

In Danger of Forfelting Respect.

“Come, Josiah,” said Mrs. Gottitlately, after the waiter had gone for their salad, “hurry up and make a kick about something, or they’ll think we never et in. a first-class place before." ’ When a man is insulting, he usually prefaces his insulting remark by saying: “This is a time for pla'n speaking.”

THE FIRST WHITE MAN AT THE NORTH POLE

Along the edge or the Arctic Ocean, 75 degrees north, two reindeer sledges were driven furiously. Over the waste of the tundra the lone driver* strained their eyes for a lost woman. “I seek to the left!” cried the Idolatrous, human sacrificing Samoyede savage. ”1 to the right!” answered the cultlred European artist and pilgrim of color; and he was now alone In the frozen desert, unable to retrace his tracks. In the tundra tracks can never be depended on; the fairest weather may turn, in five minutes, to a blizzard; and the snow was falling. A reindeer dropped. The European unharnessed it and landed a kick in the ribs, in vain; the stubborn animal lay still with its eyes shut. He drove with three reindeer. Icy gusts blinded his eyes, cut his face; but from the top of a hillock he perceived a black spot, afar off. It must be the woman! Lashing the tired be>sts, he approached. It was Danlllo, with his deer unharnessed, that they might scratch up some lichen from beneath the snow. ‘‘What’s all this? Why did our Ireena go off?” thundered the European. “Where’s her man?” “Oh, Pavell, he is back there in his sledge, howling. Perhaps he’s asleep now.” “Did she take bread and meat with her?” “No fear; she took only her little sack, with her embroideries, and her snow boots; and she left us. All because I said to her: ‘Why don’t you drive faster?’ She answered that the reindeer of her leading sledge were bad. I cut the store-sledges from behind her, sayng: I will take them,’ She could not stand for the disgrace and went off to loose herself, for reVenge. I thought she did not mean it; and I would not stop her. Only that when we saw that she was gone for good, Nikeeta went to hunt her—and you after.” The remainder of the sledges dragged up miserably. The strange cofeature, Ireena, would be doubly revenged; for If she had deserted caravan, food, water, husband and baby, to perish in the cold, tis? others would lose In her their abnormal pasturage-seer, who could perceive things beyond the line of the horizon; and her family would demand account of her. The other sledges moved up. Onward they hastened. Icy gusts of fine snow scorched their skin like red-hot brushes; yet the sky was flooded with a golden glow, as In summer evenings of the South. Only the snow rendered strange the beautiful illusion, falling blue against the golden horizon. One is seized with a desire to dash into the fascinating distance, the soul filled with a sweet feeling, softness, sadness, submlssiveqess, love and Inflexible will, all melting into one unaccountable whole. “Wake up! Wake up!” the Samoyedes had to call to their European guest, half-hypnotized, half-frozen, as they beheld the black point in the snow they knew to be a welcome tchoom. As they drove into the hospitable inclosure of the sledges and impediments protecting nomad tents, anxiety was set at rest. Nikeeta was there. His desperate efforts to find Ireena had been successful. Grief and sorrow vanished. The cultured European left light and easy-hearted. In the warmth of the savage tent, this is the astonishing story they told him of the first white man at the North Pole: The cultured European was Alexander Borissoff, a shy, big-hearted Hercules of 42 years. To see him about Paris or London in immaculate frock coat and silk hat no one would imagine he had spent desperate seasons with the Samoyedes, venturing with them farther north than any other nomads of the Arctic circle, to bring back, fixed on canvas for the first time, the undreamt-of color effects of the extreme North. London and Paris and American cities have seen his paintings. Newspapers have published extracts from his great,, color Illustrated book, which is being published at the ex-

Book news and Reviews.

When Ibsen was assistant to a chemist—or, in Americanese; a drug clerk — in the little Norwegian town of Grimstad, he lived in a small wooden house which belonged to his employer. This house the townspeople now wish to preserve as a memorial of the author, and they are asking for subscriptions in aid of their project. *To fall in love with a good book is one of the greatest events that can befall us,” the late Prof. Henry Drummond has written. “It is to have a new influence pouring itself into our life—a new teacher to inspire and refine us, a new friend to be by our side always, who, when life grows narrow and weary, will take us into his wider and calmer and higher world.” Richard Edgecombe, who wrote “Byron: The Last Phase,” is sergeant-at-arms to the King of England. He is connected with the family of the poet Shelley. He was secretary to the National »Byron Memorial Committee, which presented the statue of the poet to Hyde Park in London, and'he has been for years an enthusiastic collector of everything pertaining to Byron. Mr. Edgecombe charge made by Lord Lovelace against Byron. "Madame Janvier’s Church,” by Mary C. Hickson, is a pathetic tale of humble life in the little French Canadian village of Ste. Rosalie, written with a sincere appreciation of\jthe simplicity, devotion and native refinement characteristic of the habitant class. Miss Hickson, who has already won some reputation as a Writer of poems and. occasional articles In the magazines, has wisely given her first Independent literary venture the form of an-attractively printed bookleTof twen-ty-eigbt pages, eminently suitable as a gift. The manuscript of an essay written by Charles Darwin In 1842, and only recently .discovered In the house at Down hidden in a cupboard under the

I : • stairs that had been used as an overflow for matter which Darwin did not wish to destroy, furnishes part of the material for a bpok now published by the author’s son, Francis Darwin, under the title of “The Foundations of the Origin of Species.” The book contains two essays, one written in ’42 and the other in '44, and an introduction by Francis Darwin. These essays are the first extended statement of a doctrine which, hinted at by Darwin in 1832, was not fully amplified until the publication of his great work. The remarkable thing about the essays is that nearly twenty years before the appearance of "The Origin” Darwin was able to present so full an outline of his complete work. Commander Peary’s book on the discovery ~of the north pole will be brought out by the publishers of his former books after its publication as a serial in Hampton’s Magazine. The arrangement is the climax to one of the most remarkable series qf negotia-. tions known in the publishing world. Immediately after the news of Peary’s triumphs reached New York, representatives of publishing houses were sent on to meet him. One of these was on hand at Battle Harbor to help Peary receive the representatives of the press. Several met the expedition at Sydney and many Journeyed to South Harpe well, Me. The Stokes Publishing Company won the prize and the rate of royalty paid to Peary is said to_be the highest ever paid by these publishers. The book and magazine articles will be illustrated by many photographs, taken and developed by young Borup, the expedition's photographer.

No Time to Lose.

Let Mm who desires to see others happy make haste to give while the gift can be enjoyed; and let him who seeks his own happiness reflect that while he forms his purpose the day roll# on, and the night comes when no man can work.—Johnson. You are always hearing of the attractiveness of widows. Know why widows are so attractive? Life insurance. ’

pense of the Czar. But the story of the first white man at the North Pole was not in those extracts. “The white man came to us seven years-ago,” said Ireena, the-strange woman. "He came In a great ship and unloaded such great quantities of precious stores as had never before been seen. He made a pact w|th our people. He had hundreds of garments of the most beautiful colors, ornaments, scarfs, gloves, soft slippers—all magnificent. He had delicious food, meats of strange flavors, preserved fruits, sweets! Never had such treasures been dreamt pf, and there was no end to them. All were to be ours if half our people would go north with him, where the sun goes round and round and shadows dd not lengthen.” “The idea of this unknown scientist is perfectly simply,” says M. Borissoff. “It was to reach the North Pole in one of the annual migrations of the Samoyedes, when they follow the reindeer. He would have the protection of a tribe, and the dash to the pole with dog sledges would scarcely be more than doubling the usual journey.” ’ “What convinces you that they reached the North Pole?” I asked Borissoff. “A single phrase of Ireena, ‘where shadow’s neither lengthen nor shorten,’ ” answered Borissoff. "Only In the Immediate vicinity of the pole is such a phenomenon possible; and is unmistakable. These people measure time very much by the length of shadows. The Unknown European had told them that their goal would' be reached when their shadows remained stationary. They were, naturally, on the watch for It; and as they are too ignorant to have imagined such a thing they must haVe seen it.” The first white man at the North Pole stayed there during "five sleeps.* 1 “He had heavy Instruments, which we carried for him, said Ireena. “He worked with them much, rejoicing loudly; but he also made great feasts for i<s. The white man said to me that my name should be famous. He said this voyage was the greatest ever made. ‘There is a secret spot up here,’ he said, ‘where nothing moves.’ All was we?*; we broke camp and went joyously south. Who could have foreseen the bad things coming?” They reached the tchoom where they had wintered. Twenty young; men driving a great herd of reindeer had already arrived from'the south to feed them and escort them back. The North Pole party welcomed them as saviors; but the young men were morose and troubled. Something was wrong. “When we reached home after long travel,” said Ireena, "we learned what was wrong. We others, the strongest and bravest of our people, had worked a year to earn the great stores of our European master. Now, when they should be divided, there were no stores left. The stay-at-homes had consumed them. The strange foods and sweets had been eaten. The beautiful red and blue garments had been worn and soiled. “A rage seized on us; there was battle, and our friend the European was killed, with many others.” So ends the tragic mystery of the first white man at the North Pole. His head, placed on an iron box full of instruments and observations, reposes in the last pagan shrine‘of Europe—tfre dwelling place qf Hye, the god, which Borissoff never reached. Ireena and Danlllo ~ started with him for it. bn the edge of the Arctic they reached the cliffs containing, what he was Informed, was the chief holy place, reached only after a terrible journey over icy rocks and fearful ravines, river beds stuffed with snowT where reindeer sun themselves. Before the altar of Hye stands an iron box with a Europeon's head upon it; in that box Is the secret of the first white man at the North Pole. Sterling Heilwig.

Ruling: of a Wise Judge Where Girls Demanded I.lvina Wages. In distant New Zealand not long ago there was a match factory in which a number of women worked for low wages. After fruitless appeals to the owner for better wages the workers resorted to force. They did not strike. In New Zealand you do not have to strike, because in that country a substitute for the strike is provided by law. To this substitute, a court of arbitration, the women took their grievance. The employer in his answer declared, just as employers in this country might have done, that his business would not stand an increase in wages. He explained that the match industry was newly established in New Zealand and that until it was on a secure basis factory owner’s could not afford to pay high wages. The judge ordered an Inquiry. In this country it would have been an' inquiry into the state of the, match industry. There it was an inquiry into the cost of living in the town where the match factory was located. And then the judge summoned the factory owner to the court of arbitration and this is what he said to thq man, says a writer in Hampton’s magazine: “It is Impossible for these girls to live decently or healthfully on the wages you are now paying. It is of Jthe utmost importance that they should have wholesome and healthful conditions of life. The souls and bodies of the young women of New Zealand are of more importance than your profits, and If you cannot pay living wages it will be better for the community for you to close your factory. It would be better to -send the whole match Industry to the bottom of the ocean and go baek_to flints and firesticks than to drive young girls into the gutter. My award is that you pay what they ask.” Does that sound like Justice to you? It does to me. v. Another great trouble .“is, so many people are liable to catch the wild, unreasoning mob spirit, and hang an Innocent man.

NEW ZEALAND’S WAY.

Old Favorites

The Ftrnt Snowfall. The snow had begun iri the gloaming. And bqsUy all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock ’ Wore ermine too dear" for an earl. And the poorest twig on-the elm tre* Was ridged Inch deep with pearl. From sheds new-roofed with Carrara Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow} The stiff rails were softened to swa'V* down. And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and. watched! by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of the snowbirds. Like brown leaves whirling by. T thought of a mound In sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently As did robins the babes In the wood. <* Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, “Father, who makes it snow?” And I told her of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snowfall. And thought £>f the leaden sky That arched o’er our first great sorrow. When that mound was heaped so high. I remember the gradual patience That fell from that cloudlike snow> Flake by flake, healing and hiding The scar of our deep-plunged, woe. And again to-the chlld’.l whispered, “The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it falL” Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed Her, , And she, kissing back, could not z know That my kiss was given to her sister Folded close under deepening snow. —James Bussell Lowell. Richmond on the Janies. A • soldier boy at Richmond, Lay gasping on the field, s The battle strife was over, And the foe was forced to yield. But there fell one noble hero Before the foeman’s aim, On that blood-stained field at Richmond, ■» i „ Fair Richmond on the James. A comrade stood behind him As his life bleed ebbed away; They had been chums together Since boyhood’s early days. Together they had struggled 'Mid strife and grief and pain, But to part that night at Richmond, Fair .Richmond on the James. He said, “My nobU comrade. You will miss me for awhile. But the faces that once loved us NAgain on you will smile. Again you will be foremost In all the village games. While I lie here at Richmond, Fair Richmond on ,the James. “Take the sword my brother. And the star upon my breast , To my young and gentle sister, The one I loved the best. A brown lock from my forejhead To my mother who still dreams Of the safe returh of her soldier boy From Richmond on the James. "Now, my loving comrade, on my breast Is a dark-brown braid; It Is of one of the fairest of all the village maids. We were to be married, but death the . bridegroom claims. While she is far that loves me from Richmond on the James. I know that she Is praying While her blessed heart still dream* Of the safe return, of her soldier From Richmond on the James:”

Hot Planets.

Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune —the four outer planets—are hotter than the earth. Recent observations at the Lowell observatory, secured in the form of photographs of planetary spectra, show that there is oxygen in the atmospheres of all four, and that in the cases of Uranus and Neptune, hydrogen and perhaps helium are atmospherically present. The outer planets have water vapor as the principal constituent of their atmospheres. They probably consist of a nucleus hot to its surface, veiled in dense, unbroken clouds, floating in an atmosphere largely composed of steam.

Quick to Learn Music.

The talent of the negro race for music is shown by the experience of the bandmaster of a regiment of native troops in Janiaica. . When he took charge not a man in the command kaew a single note. Only one or two could play an instrument even a -little. Yet in six months he had selected his musicians and taught them enough to appear in public. Two or three years later their fame had spread to England and they were invited there to give a series of concerts. Their tour was highly successful. - . " ■ J

An Incendiary Lover.

A blaze was discovered in a Williamsburg letter box and the. contents,, about fifty letters, were charred before the fire was extinguished. It is the opinion of the police that a young man. wrote a proposal of marriage to his girl and then got cold feet and set the boxful of letters on fire to destroy his. own. It was George Ade who wrote this caution to young men, “Tell ’em anything you want, but won’t jyriteletters."—Boston Globe. *